"But…" she shook her head. "What if we miss the window?"
"How could we possibly miss it? There isn't a single day when you're not full of me." He reminded her. Prying the box from her hands, he finally dropped it in the trash can.
"Maybe if we get some tests…" she started, only for him to interrupt her with a stern no. "What if there's something wrong with me and we never find out? I may never make you a dad."
He pulled her out of the bathroom and sat her on the bed in the room. "I'm not going to lie and say I don't want to be a father—I would be over the moon if that happened—but not at your expense, my love. It's not the most important thing to me, you are."
"But…"
He kissed her. "I don't want you to go on with those tests. I mean it."
"You can't just order me around." She snapped.
